Lucy Culcheth Whore ❤️❤️

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Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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Culcheth is a hole roughly equidistant between Liverpool and Manchester, and as it’s in commuter reach of both these “fair” cities, property prices over the last 25 years have ran out of control, .

After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the park on the corner of Church Lane. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and stuff. I sat on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I saw this old man feeding the ducks. He was throwing bread like he was in a bread fight. I mean, come on, mate! The ducks were loving it, though.

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